Late Evening – Desmond's Cabin, Forks Outskirts
The cabin was dim, lit only by a flickering oil lamp and the dying embers in the fireplace. Desmond sat on the floor, shirtless, staring at his arms. The ancient markings that appeared after breaking the first seal had faded… but they left behind a faint shimmer—like heat mirage on skin.
He breathed steadily, eyes closed, digging into the memories unlocked during the seal's rupture. Flashes of war-torn battlefields, a pale woman with silver hair, and a beast cloaked in darkness—all clawed at the edge of his consciousness.
Knock. Knock.
He opened his eyes.
It was Leona.
"You good?" she asked, stepping inside without waiting for an answer. "You've been in here since we left the clearing."
"I saw them," Desmond murmured. "Not just the seal or the energy. I saw what's coming."
Leona sat across from him, arms crossed. "And?"
"It's not just the Volturi or some old prophecy. There's something older behind all of this. The seals aren't just barriers—they're locks. Keeping something… or someone out."
Leona's eyes narrowed. "You think it's the Children of the Moon?"
Desmond shook his head. "No. This is something else. I think… the Children of the Moon were created to fight it. Or stop it. But they failed."
He stood, walking over to the fireplace. The flames danced gently—until they didn't.
Suddenly, the fire flared up—vivid orange turning deep crimson. Faces appeared in the flames. Glowing eyes. Whispered voices.
A single phrase echoed, twisting around his mind like smoke:
"Find the Second Fang. Before the Shadows Do."
He stumbled back, clutching his head.
Leona caught him, steadying his frame.
"What did you see now?"
Desmond looked up at her, breathing hard.
"They're watching me now. Not just vampires. Not just wolves. Them. Whatever they are."
Next Day – Forks High School Library
Using his photographic memory and fragments of what he remembered from the books, Desmond searched local legends, tribal lore, and rare accounts of supernatural events from around Forks.
He found something.
A story buried in Quileute myth: The Second Fang—a weapon forged in blood and flame, lost during the first war between children of moonlight and the bloodborn.
Elias appeared beside him, seemingly out of nowhere.
"You're digging into things even I was told to leave alone," he said quietly.
Desmond didn't even flinch. "Then maybe it's time someone did what others wouldn't."
Elias smirked. "That fire inside you… it's growing."
"Good," Desmond said, closing the book. "Because the world's about to burn."
Elsewhere – Deep Woods, Unknown Location
A figure moved through ancient ruins—barefoot, eyes glowing gold.
A deep, animalistic growl escaped its throat as it picked up the scent.
"Bloodbound," it whispered.
It raised its head, looking toward Forks.
"Soon."